Mar. 20th, 2015
Coco comes to sit at my feet. I bend down to pick her up. She gives a little squeal of protest. "What, you think you are too big for huggies? I don't think so. I think you are just the right size for huggies." I press my nose and face into her calico coat, knowing that we will not always have this. In a mean little life, this is one of those too-rare moments when one can feel the precious sweetness of being alive. She does not seem to feel it, though. Her protest becomes louder and more insistent, and I let her go.